I was outside on the sidewalk with Alex. There was a bar/restaurant/coffee shop with an order window on the outside, but also there were patrons inside.
I ordered, and food was handed out, set on an outside shelving area next to the order window, and a soda as well. That completed my order, I wanted to pay, but no one was at the window yet.
I tried to open the door to go inside, but it wouldn't budge, like I wasn't allowed in.
I could see in, the venue itself was u-shaped, with a bar winding around all walls except the one with the door.
Then I received my cup of coffee, and all of a sudden the rest of my order from previous just stopped existing. I didn't think about it, it just was no longer.
As they were bringing me my coffee, I looked up at the sign and realized they only accepted cash or checks, which I had neither on my person.
I started asking about ATMs, and Alex pointed a few out but I told him I couldn't use them unless they were Wells Fargo, because I didn't have enough money in my account to pay for the transaction fees at other ATMs.
I had assumed the coffee would be close to, but less than $20 since it was technically a fancier beverage.
Alex tells me to calm down, and pulls out a $20 from his wallet, and as he goes to pay, the gentleman says that it cost $62.80
I immediately freak out and ask why in the world it would cost that much, and the barista got defensive, and talked in a derisive manner about how if it's going to have 5 shots of espresso, and all these other added ingredients, it was going to cost a lot. It literally had at least one of everything that would logically (or at least dream logically) taste good in coffee when mixed together.
Then I attempted to explain, without my voice cracking, that in no means was I blaming the lady barista, but that she did not inform me of all the ingredients or the cost of such.
I tried to say it in such a way that I took the blame while still redirecting it; I said it was my fault for not asking what the cost was, but that I had pointed to a drink on the menu and asked her if it was good, and she said yes and told me some of the ingredients, not all. And she most definitely did not warn me of the cost, otherwise I wouldn't've ordered it.
Alex at this point had given in, and was trying to ask the guy about an I.O.U. but the guy was being difficult.
Later, now nighttime, I am walking out of this building following someone.
A friend's boyfriend or husband, perhaps.
We're on our way to meet others, and initially he's pointing out buildings and landmark, and it feels it is, and it is supposed to be Chicago.
But then he starts talking about Detroit, and I realize that I don't really recognize any place.
I knew it had been a while since I'd been in Chicago and that it's a large city, so it was entirely possible that I was in a part I just didn't recognize, but I started thinking about how I could be in an entirely different city and not even know it til morning.
Then he gets on his cell-phone to his lady, and I remember him saying something about T-Mobile, and then there's another girl, a friend, walking with us.
I decide to also call the lady, and in the process he lost connection with her because she didn't answer the phone with a "Hello," but was still talking on the tangent of directions, which she had been discussing with the guy up until his phone cut out. It seemed she hadn't even realized that she was now talking to me, and I saw he was calling her back so I just quietly hung up and she continued her conversation back on his phone.
At this point we made it to the library, and the other two joined up with more, at a table where one kid was already sitting. There was no room left for me, so I was going to sit at a different table, but before I sat down I heard two kids at a third table harassing the initially guy at our table, saying how he was part of their group, he should be sitting with them, and how that was the deal, they found all the information and he got a free pass for this assignment. He didn't have to participate, but he should be close enough to witness what they were discussing and learning. So he started to get up and gather his things, and I got ready to sit at the table with all of my friends.
I ordered, and food was handed out, set on an outside shelving area next to the order window, and a soda as well. That completed my order, I wanted to pay, but no one was at the window yet.
I tried to open the door to go inside, but it wouldn't budge, like I wasn't allowed in.
I could see in, the venue itself was u-shaped, with a bar winding around all walls except the one with the door.
Then I received my cup of coffee, and all of a sudden the rest of my order from previous just stopped existing. I didn't think about it, it just was no longer.
As they were bringing me my coffee, I looked up at the sign and realized they only accepted cash or checks, which I had neither on my person.
I started asking about ATMs, and Alex pointed a few out but I told him I couldn't use them unless they were Wells Fargo, because I didn't have enough money in my account to pay for the transaction fees at other ATMs.
I had assumed the coffee would be close to, but less than $20 since it was technically a fancier beverage.
Alex tells me to calm down, and pulls out a $20 from his wallet, and as he goes to pay, the gentleman says that it cost $62.80
I immediately freak out and ask why in the world it would cost that much, and the barista got defensive, and talked in a derisive manner about how if it's going to have 5 shots of espresso, and all these other added ingredients, it was going to cost a lot. It literally had at least one of everything that would logically (or at least dream logically) taste good in coffee when mixed together.
Then I attempted to explain, without my voice cracking, that in no means was I blaming the lady barista, but that she did not inform me of all the ingredients or the cost of such.
I tried to say it in such a way that I took the blame while still redirecting it; I said it was my fault for not asking what the cost was, but that I had pointed to a drink on the menu and asked her if it was good, and she said yes and told me some of the ingredients, not all. And she most definitely did not warn me of the cost, otherwise I wouldn't've ordered it.
Alex at this point had given in, and was trying to ask the guy about an I.O.U. but the guy was being difficult.
Later, now nighttime, I am walking out of this building following someone.
A friend's boyfriend or husband, perhaps.
We're on our way to meet others, and initially he's pointing out buildings and landmark, and it feels it is, and it is supposed to be Chicago.
But then he starts talking about Detroit, and I realize that I don't really recognize any place.
I knew it had been a while since I'd been in Chicago and that it's a large city, so it was entirely possible that I was in a part I just didn't recognize, but I started thinking about how I could be in an entirely different city and not even know it til morning.
Then he gets on his cell-phone to his lady, and I remember him saying something about T-Mobile, and then there's another girl, a friend, walking with us.
I decide to also call the lady, and in the process he lost connection with her because she didn't answer the phone with a "Hello," but was still talking on the tangent of directions, which she had been discussing with the guy up until his phone cut out. It seemed she hadn't even realized that she was now talking to me, and I saw he was calling her back so I just quietly hung up and she continued her conversation back on his phone.
At this point we made it to the library, and the other two joined up with more, at a table where one kid was already sitting. There was no room left for me, so I was going to sit at a different table, but before I sat down I heard two kids at a third table harassing the initially guy at our table, saying how he was part of their group, he should be sitting with them, and how that was the deal, they found all the information and he got a free pass for this assignment. He didn't have to participate, but he should be close enough to witness what they were discussing and learning. So he started to get up and gather his things, and I got ready to sit at the table with all of my friends.
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